Thursday, April 1, 2010

All Hail...The Queen?

I will often refer to people I work with at the resort, names changed of course, to protect the innocent or more often than not, the guilty. I've already mentioned The King, one of my bosses. Now for The Queen. His wife. The cruelest, most selfish, awful person I know and unfortunately have to work with. It may sound dramatic, but after years of dealing with her antics I cannot think of her as a rational person. I'm sure I will share many stories about her in the future, describing her hateful actions. She behaves like a tyrannical queen.


This time of year, springtime, just might be the worst for her. She calls it, "transition time". Those of us who don't get to work full time all year start returning, and the office can get a little crowded. She feels threatened and territorial and chooses to act very immaturely towards those of us just trying to do our jobs. She slams doors, gives the silent treatment, and throws crying tantrums before leaving work to go home and pout. Does this sound like appropriate behavior for a 49 year old woman? I've included pictures and a poem to describe her. Again, perhaps it appears dramatic, but it helps those of us who must endure her keep our own sanity, even while hers is long gone...



THE WOMAN WITH THE SERPENT'S TONGUE

She is not old, she is not young,
The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue,
The haggard cheek, the hungering eye,
The poisoned words that wildly fly,
The famished face, the fevered hand, —
Who slights the worthiest in the land,
Sneers at the just, contemns the brave,
And blackens goodness in its grave.

In truthful numbers be she sung,
The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue;
Concerning whom, Fame hints at things
Told but in shrugs and whisperings:
Ambitious from her natal hour,
And scheming all her life for power;
With little left of seemly pride;
With venomed fangs she cannot hide;
Who half makes love to you to-day,
To-morrow gives her guest away.
Burnt up within by that strange soul
Woman with the serpent's tongue

She cannot slake, or yet control:
Malignant-lipp'd, unkind, unsweet;
Past all example indiscreet;
Hectic, and always overstrung, —
The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue.

To think that such as she can mar

Names that among the noblest are!

That hands like hers can touch the springs

That move who knows what men and things?

That on her will their fates have hung! —

The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue.

By William Watson


Images from The Emperor's New Groove. Check it out.

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